Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nas in your area
About to cause mass

a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn't catch me in the streets a ton of reefer
That's like X catching the Jungle Fever
poetic, too much flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a Nike head, I wear chains that the feds
And ain't' a damn thing change
I'm a a strange show the mic wonder was born the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid you rhyme, it's halftime

halftime

It's like that, you it's like that
I got at him, now you never get the mic
When I attack, ain't an army that could strike back
So I react never on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for time
I'm max cassettes, I flex like sex
In your sets, Nas will catch wreck
I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, wear to never run it
Wit more kicks than a baby in a stomach
Nasty Nas has to rise, kid,
This is exercise til the microphone
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too scared to grab the in the park and
my little raps 'cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock
I got to have it, I miss Mr
Versatile, my switches like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a professional and no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you can't it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my place wit the bass and
Explore rap and tell me Nas all that
And next time I rhyme, I be fouled whenever I
I see niggas say I'm wow
I hate a rhyme rhyme
Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap at halftime

It's

I got it going on, even flip 'em on song
Every afternoon, I kick the tune
And in the darkness, I'm heartless like the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause I blast the herb, that's my word
I be slaying them fast, doing this, in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag up at John Jay and hit a matinee
Putting on 5-0
when it's my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters come near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't plant seeds, need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more for that weed
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, enough props, enough
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's halftime